A few readers of my non-fiction work have told me they would like me to try some non-fiction. I have done a few other things as experiments with other writers, but here's my first attempt at doing something "solo." As always, this is my work and all rights are reserved. Like all writers I love feedback . My email is twylamarie @ ymail.com. ########### Bethany's Boobs Bethany's boob came in quite suddenly. When she left school as a 7th grader she was just another skinny-as-a-stick young girl, but during the 10 weeks she and mom spent at the summer house, they seemingly appeared out of no-where. She had been given her first training bra the summer before, but the garment had seemed to be something of a conceit. The trip to the mall was a bonding experience for her and moms, or at least moms thought so. Bethany considered it an almost horrifyingly embarrassing incident right up there with when her mom felt the need to explain tampons and menstruation. (Something she had learned about thoroughly in her health classes two years before.) If that trip had been bad, this was worse. This was summer and her boobs coming in meant new bras, a new swimsuit and a new evening dress for going out to dinner since her old one no longer fit. That was in July. By August the growth in her breasts had seemingly redoubled and she literally flooded out of the bras on all sides and there was no way she could wear that swimsuit out in public. In practically no time at all, her body had changed and she had gone from nothing to a C cup bordering on a D and her hips had taken on shape in a similar way. For the remainder of the summer she wore cutoffs and t-shirts when she swam and there was another embarrassing trip to the small store in the little village for new undergarments. Her mom attributed the summer air and exercise for the blossoming of Bethany and took it all in stride. Bethany had a less easy time of it as the kids on the beach took notice. The street-wise New York girl asked if she was pregnant, and the bitch from Boston said rude things about how it must all be Kleenex though it most definitely wasn't as she could plainly see when Bethany emerged from a swim in the cold lake waters. Her mousy summer friend from New Jersey asked first if she could see them and then if she could touch them - which brought the whole awkwardness and embarrassment thing to a whole new level. The boys on the beach who had weeks ago gathered around Bethany to play softball and tennis now treated her differently completely. She was now not a friend but a "girl" and not a "girl" like your little sister. There were some compliments which she found she liked, and a few crude comments which she had expected but they still hurt her feelings. One boy touched her boobs quite noticeably one day when they were all playing keep away with a ball in the water which made her feel mad and humiliated and after that she stopped playing the roughhouse water games she had loved throughout her childhood. As her shape continued to change she found herself retreating to the safety and comfort of her family cabin, reading books and generally getting under her mothers feet. (Bethany had not known this but each day while she was at the beach playing her mom had a gentleman friend over for fun. A much younger man that would have been shameful to admit to Bethany.)Being at home caused griction with mom that Bethany had never experienced before. There was some arguing which she had never even thought to do with her mom before and mom seemed very tense. It seems that along with her breasts she had grown up too. Bethany was no longer a little girl but a teenager now with all the petulance and attitude this implies. When the summer was through Bethany was thankful as the cabin had become quite unpleasant though it had gotten better in the end. (She had taken to long walks in the forest alone to get away from mom. While the Bethany was away, the moms will play, and more than once when Bethany returned home she found mom singing happily in the shower washing away the spunk and stink of a sexual escapade.) Packing up to go at summers end, she was surprised that almost none of her girlfriends dropped by to say goodbye but ALL of her boy friends did. She left the lakeshore happily thinking her odd awakening awkwardness was now behind her. Back at home, the subject of Bethany's new body again returned to the forefront though thankfully there were built in buffers that took some of the sting out of the change. The season required a pilgrimage to the mall for new school clothes, so the fact that she no longer fit her old skinny body clothes was not a big issue, and everyone looks different after the summer when they return to school. This isn't to say that Bethany and her new boobs didn't get noticed, nor that they didn't change her life in many ways. Her PE class was now a bigger challenge as she now had to strap down "the girls" before class in a heavy sports bra, and the boys took notice of her in ways that were often uncomfortable. Her school, not in a very nice area of town, was a bit rough and some of the gangster types took to saying very crude things to her as she walked by, and for the first time ever she got a `catcall" from a construction worker as she was walking by a job site. (This was something she thought only happened in stupid movies.) Bethany was not comfortable with all these changes to her body. Though it could be said she had turned into something of a voluptuous and attractive girl, she saw herself as lumpy and her new body parts felt alien. The new attention from boys was strange and uncomfortable. That all began to change one day when as she was masturbating (something she had been doing since age 11) she happened to reach up and pinch her own nipple, and in doing so realized that along with the inflation there was new sensation. It really felt quite lovely. She experimented a bit and found that manipulating her nipples made them hard and quite sensitive to the touch. Her nipples stuck out like firm pencil erasers then and the area around them became even more swollen and tactile. Small goosebumps created a ring around her nips and in general everything became quite aroused. She found quickly that playing with herself (a favorite nighttime activity) had new dimension and was more fun. Through self-love she came to love her new body for the first time and this emboldened her to other possibilities. It was a weekend and Bethany was doing the weekend stay with her dad. This had been going on for a long while now, so she had friends at her dads house and dad and she had long ago developed a relationship quite unlike her relationship with mom. To be blunt, while mom was more controlling, dad didn't really give a shit. Mom wanted clean bedrooms, lights out at 10, homework first, and no boys. Dad was only concerned that Bethany not get into any trouble that would get him in trouble with the divorce court. Dad was watching the game ontv and Bethany wanted to go to the stores a few blocks away to do some shopping. Dad, as always, slipped her some money and sent her on her way. (She had been doing this since she was 10. It was a nice neighborhood and lots of people around. Quite safe really.) Bethany got her $20 and went on her way and quickly found her way into the urban mall. Normally her first stop was the Pretzel stand or the small video arcade, but today she found herself looking at the clothes and she quickly fell in love with a blouse she saw in a store window. Bethany had never bought her own clothes before, and had little idea what they cost. She tried on the blouse, decided she just had to have it, and then discovered the price was well outside of what her father had given her. Younger Bethany would have put the blouse back and perhaps have pestered Dad to return to the store, but teenage Bethany had a better idea. She slipped her sweatshirt over the blouse, put her old shirt on the hanger and put it back on the rack, and quickly made her way out of the store. Shoplifting is not that easy these days, and Bethany was quickly surrounded by a plain clothes detective and a uniformed mall cop, and then shuttled into a small staircase, finding herself in a small office quickly where her crime the center of discussion. The plainclothes detective filled out a small form, admonished her that she had been very stupid and was on her way leaving her with the mall cop. Bethany was, as you can imagine, quite terrified. Dad would, of course, be furious, and mom would raise hell that Bethany had been alone at the mall, and that was terrible enough. Who knew what horrors awaited with the police and what that whole mess had in store. And this is where Bethany learned yet another blessing that came with her boobs. The mall cop was a stereotypical mall cop in every way. A quite plain and pudgy middle aged man quite filled with his own power to terrify a young girl and the authority given to him by the thin badge he carried on his chest. He clucked and he judged and he did his best to make sure young Bethany knew she was in deep trouble indeed. The laws were clear, the punishment assured, and her life was now ruined. No doubt of that. Finally Bethany was given a chance to speak and began by crying in humiliation and fear. She would certainly give the blouse back, and certainly pay for it and work at the store and whatever it took to make amens. Please, just please no arrest. He had heard it all before. What made this different was Bethany and her boobs. The plainclothesman had asked her to take off her sweatshirt before he had left so that it might be positively identified as store property, and those breasts had made themselves noticed then. The cop knew then that other arrangements might be made to obtain Bethany's release. It was in his mind, a perk of the job. So came the delicate dance of how far could he push this. He waited for Bethany to cry herself out and for the intensity of the situation to grow. Saying nothing to her made her fearful and small. When he felt the time was right he said just the right thing. "You will give the blouse back?" The question was just a question - but Bethany took the cue. She stood and with little reluctance removed the blouse. There was humiliation at first, but she was not stupid. Watching his eyes watch her she got it and her first surge of power came. The knowledge that her new big breasts held sway over this small man. As she stood in her bra and blue jeans, she looked him in the eye at first, letting him know a line had been passed. He returned her gaze and the message that he knew this too. The unspoken of it all was "and what are you going to do about it." And Bethany did not know. In the end, the mall cop made the decision to "pat her down" taking great time to make sure that nothing of value was hidden in her bra or panties. The roving of his hands was slow and lecherous. After that, sensing he had farther to go, he asked her to remove her clothes which she would not do. Threats were made and other lines were drawn. The first demand of the cop for oral sex she did not even really understand, simply knowing that there was no way she was having sex with this man, but in the end he opened his zipper and exposed his penis and then wrapped her hand around it and his around hers. As he taught Bethany to tug on him, his other hand roved her young body. All pretense this was about something legal was gone so his hands were rough and eager. Twice the fingers dove to her belt line and twice she resisted , this being a deal killer in her mind. Eventually, he actually removed her bra and Bethany seemed to understand the desired rhythm with her stroking so he was free to poke and play with them with both of his hands. He seemed satisfied. In the end, Bethany was given a much better understanding of the male anatomy than her prior internet searches had provided and a Kleenex to clean her hand. The cop zipped, up and took two photos - one of her in her sweatshirt and one without - and she was warned that if there was ever a next time her ass was his. Then with a pat on the butt and a final squeeze of her boob she was shown the door. For some girls, this event might be seen as a humiliation and perhaps even traumatic. Bethany was more buoyant than that and in fact had perhaps the exact opposite view. It wasn't hard to realize that she had been in serious trouble and that her new boobs had saved the day. She went back to dads house and into her room, then stripped naked and looked at herself in the full length mirror that was mounted behind the door. She was still not used to the "new" Bethany, and yet again examined herself and decided that yes, she had developed a body like the ones the boys liked in the porn pictures she saw on their Tumblr sites. She found herself amused by this ,then aroused, and in the end actually masturbated to her own image in the mirror which made her feel both empowered and slightly odd. (She had never even thought of boys in an especially sexual way, so the idea that she was masturbating to a woman's body - even her own - seemed slightly gay.) She got dressed, went down and watched the rest of the game with dad, and generally went back to her routine of being the weekend daughter in the visitation mode. Back in school the next week, she found she carried herself differently. The crude comments of the local hoods were met with an attitude of "you wish" instead of "why are you picking on me." She shed the sweaters and sweatshirts and left her blouse open a button or two. While in class her teacher stopped to look at her paper during a test and when she looked up to acknowledge him his eyes refocused on the view down her blouse for just a second. When their eyes met again he was the shy one and she found her power with him. This was going to be fun she thought to herself, but she didn't quite realize that the power might come at a price. (end of part 1)